Letters To God: An Inspiring Life Story

Last night, my cousin mentioned about "Letters To God" movie. Out of curiosity, I searched it on Google right away. I found out that it was a story of a young boy who's suffering from cancer and how he's life touched the lives of other people, young and adult.

I watched the movie immediately and as I expected I shed a bucket of tears. I was ashamed of myself. The boy in the movie had a great faith. I believe in God but often times I stumble and falter. No matter how hard I try to make the right things, I ended up as a loser. Hate overwhelmed me and I can't trust other people anymore. Maybe, I was traumatized and got tired of everything that I've been through. So after watching the movie, I examined myself. How much do I trust God? Have I given Him all that I have? I always pray to God and ask Him for guidance but most of the times, I'm doing the things my way. And that's because of lack of faith.

I admired the boy in the movie because of his outlook in life, the way he appreciated all the things that happened to him. The moral lesson that I got from "Letters to God" was this: We are all handpicked by God to act our special roles in this world. So we should not ask "why", instead we should us "how"....

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